Friday, July 4, 2025

      The radio is playing a Strauss Waltz this morning. Suddenly I am back in my father’s restaurant eating breakfast as a little kid, in the 1940’s.  They play the Strauss Waltzes on a repeating tape. I must have heard that tape hundreds of times. Maybe millions of times.

     My car is becoming an adult this summer, 18 years old.  Old enough to drink. A brown Honda Element, a workhorse of a car. 70,000 miles on it. Yep, I don’t travel far these days but it is always ready for action. I share the car with a colony of hidden spiders who create webs around the doors. The paint is peeling, but no rust on this plastic body. I no longer worry that someone will steal it. The car reminds me of a bread truck and who doesn’t like to drive a bread truck.

     I am slowly reading Robert Macfarlane’s new book, IS A RIVER ALIVE. It explores the nature of rivers. New ideas to ponder, new ways of experiencing my living.

     I eat a home cooked tasty lunch with three friends. But even better is the easy talk between us.  We are all old now, and still curious and wise. A great retrieve from my usual solitary life.